It's tough Ms. Whey. I feel better than I have in years, with him gone. I have a space on my love log for him, but as far as he's concerned it's over. He's moved on, moved in with another woman, is not the man I knew.
My confusion and pain mean nothing to him. He's gone, he's on to newer and better things (in his eyes). So, that means I dust myself off, embrace living life without him. Perhaps cutting the cord makes all the difference... for me. He's the father of my children. He is my husband in name only, for the amount of time that remains. The 10th was to be our 25th anniversary. Neat number, hollow occasion. I think I'll give myself a day of beauty to embrace the ever changing me.
A new stanza for me:
Respect myself. Give respect to others. Embrace those who respect me.
